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You never ever believed in me I am your tourniquet
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As for me I drown another kind as Sadness runs course through my veins. Posie wreaths they crown me.
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This is my favourite sad story Forget me not or I’ll forget myself I’ve got quite a few things that I’m afraid of Sometimes I just can’t face myself
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‘As the symbol of Rozz Williams' last productive moments on Earth working in any artistic capacity, I'm guessing Pig reveals more about him than perhaps any other single element of his life. He knew he was going to kill himself, I think he was just waiting for when he felt the proper time had come. Judging from the movie, he probably considered this to be a venue for getting a lot of stuff out and into the open. Williams' seemingly endless fascination with Nazi symbolism, serial killers, and related topics basically comes to a head here. In the end, I see him as someone who was greatly talented but, for some reason, spent most of his energy trying to offend and shock people. That said, though, Pig seems to say more about Rozz than all his years as a Gothic music icon, and I wonder exactly where his career would have taken him had he lived.’
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Peter Murphy of Bauhaus dancing with a strobe light at the Locarno, Birmingham in Oct 1981
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